Listen, this is how Markus knew that he would be good with his hands way before they'd hooked up. Him being a good period and addictive was not in the contract.

He'd saw him around campus: shit style but innocent face, curly hair, and beautiful smile. Also, he noticed if he was idle, his hands never were. He always did this intricate coin trick that went hand to hand, no matter the scenario.

He had no idea what his name was but the eye lock was unreal between them. The fucking sparks were fireworks at this point...

They meet again, later, at a frat party.

Despite Markus being the popular 'jock', he never allowed such a caste to affect the real him. He would and did talked to whoever he wanted to.

I Markus wanted to talk to doe-eyed, magic hands so for one, he'd not have to call him that, and two, to finally meet the one who piqued his interest weeks ago.

Dude moved alot.

Markus was certain that he could not catch up with him. It had to be a sort of safety precaution when he thought a bully was tracking him. Guy had a good eye and was keenly aware of Markus, just like Markus was aware of him.

Markus got him cornered in the backyard of the Frat House, finally.

Conversation and misdirected fears were put to rest with the first simple question that opened communication: "My name is Markus. What's your name?"

The other says his name is Con. That's good enough for Markus.

Some alcohol was spilled, some blunts passed, and the pair found themselves in an altered state.

Markus asks if Con wants to ditch the party and go back to his place. It not smooth but it is to the point and Con accepts.

They talk some more, Con doing his coin trick for Markus up close, but quickly the coin is abandoned on the nightstand for more interesting things to do in Markus room.

Things move quickly as those hands deftly work open Markus fly, pull him out, and into Con's waiting hot mouth. Con's good- abso-fucking-lutely amazing with his tongue and hands that tug and pull just right on Markus sac as Con has him swallowed halfway down like the throat goat he is.

Markus comes blindingly hard and fast, to his embarrassment, but he swears he'll get Con back. He does when his refractory period decides to work with him.

Con finds himself pinned to the wall, gasping for air that won't come fast enough, glasses askew, one long leg flung around Markus waist, the other foot on the tips of his toes to compensate for literally being fucked up the wall after he'd been hastily prepared, both of them way too impatient for anything drawn out.

Con cries out Markus name he cums hard, this man means to ruin him for others forever.

Clothes are shed and this party is moved into Markus bed where Connor will never, ever forget the man who spent the whole night railing the life right out of his ass.

Con doesn't know what to do so he does what any intelligent, sane person does when panicked, they bail when they can.

Markus wakes the next morning with a bitch of a hangover, unclothed and definitely gross in spots indicating a bigger problem, and shockingly in his bed.

It hits him.

He remembers the wack-ass frat party, meeting Bambi the backyard and, oh...

Con.

He'd met Con, got twisted and talked deep with Con, and had some of the best sex with Con of the large doe eyes.

There's no sign of Con, though, besides the cooling, empty side of the bed- and a what's that shining on the nightstand?

All that remained of the object of his affection was Con's lucky quarter.

Markus was an emotional, pan mess, and promptly rolled over to shower then jump into Jericho group chat to put out an APB for Con because Markus was weak for him.

North laughed at the gay panic that was Markus. Josh spammed hearts and love related emojis, and Simon was wholly supportive of the situation and had a clue.

Markus came with a previously sketched picture of his muse and Simon absolutely lost it in a fit of giggles when let the group know that first, that was Connor Anderson, his boyfriend's twin, and he currently roomed with his twin, Daniel.

The elation Markus had felt made him a little bit light-headed at finding out his main squeeze real name and location.

After the classes were over for the day, Markus decided to take 'Cinderella' back his lucky coin. A firm knock at their dorm apartment door had Connor answering looking like all sorts of emotions, a blush on his cheeks, Markus smiled genuinely.

"I wanted to bring back your lucky coin to you after the wonderful time we spent together. To be honest, I'd like to see more of you and your tricks more often."

Me: *makes a face*

Roommate: I know it's late-

Me: Just whip cream? By itself?

Roommate: Yep.

A minute later

Roommate, walking back into room: *dispenses whipped cream straight into mouth, stuffing herself and having difficulty functioning*

Me: You collapse beneath your hubris.

Roommate, who doesn't know the definition of hubris, and whose mouth, upon opening, is filled with only whipped cream, rendering speech functionality useless: Whuh-

At the beginning of the semester my white board and cutesy shit on it such as my name and Snapchat, but by the end of the semester it looked like this...

(Also some DID TOUCH)

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So at my school we have a thing called the clothing swap once a semester. Basically it's a garage sale where everything is free. This time around they had a box full of pencils and me, being the drawing / writing fanatic that I am, got some pencils (17 cadoozles mechanical pencils) and went to my next class.

During class one of my group mates gave me an idea for the pencils that I really liked, so after class when the swap was shutting down I went back in.

I didn't talk to anyone, made no eye contact, and left as quick as I came..... With the entire box of pencils.

Don't believe me?

3 miscellaneous writing supplies

28 plain pencils

39 plain mini mechanical pencils

207 mini cadoozles mechanical pencils